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Semichevus I. of Spirits.

Ofechoes, music-tongued, whiclı draw, The path thro' which that lovely twain By Demogorgon's mighty law, Have past, by cedar, pine, and yew, With melting rapture, or sweet awe, And each dark tree that ever grew, All spirits on that secret way; Is curtained out from Heaven's wide As inland boats are driven to Ocean blue;

Down streams made strong with mounNor sun, nor moon, nor wind, nor rain,

tain-thaw : Can pierce its interwoven bowers, And first there comes a gentle sound Nor aught, save where some cloud of To those in talk or slumber bound, dew,

And wakes the destined. Sost Dristed along the earth-creeping breeze, emotion Between the trunks of the hoar trees, Attracts, impels them: those who saw

Ilangs each a pearl in the pale Say from the breathing earth behind flowers

There steams a plume-uplifting wind Of the green laurel, blown anew; Which drives them on their path, while And bends, and then fades silently,

they One frail and fair anemone:

Believe their own swist wings and seet Or when some star of many a one

The sweet desires within obey : Thatclimbs and wanders thro’steep night, And so they float upon their way, Has found the cleft thro' which alone Until, still sweet, but loud and strong, Beams fall from high those depths upon The storm of sound is driven along, Ere it is borne away, away,

Sucked up and hurrying: as they By the swift Heavens that cannot stay,

Aeet It scatters drops of golden light,

Behind, its gathering billows meet Like lines of rain that ne'er unite: And to the fatal mountain bear And the gloom divine is all around. Like clouds amid the yielding air. And underneath is the mossy ground. First Faun. Canst thou imagine Semichorus II.

where those spirits live There the voluptuous nightingales, Which make such delicate music in the Are awake thro' all the broad noon

woods? day.

We haunt within the least frequented When one with bliss or sadness fails,

And thro' the windless ivy-boughs, And closest coverts, and we know these Sick with sweet love, droops dying wilds, away

Yet never meet them, tho'we hear them On its mate's music-panting bosom;

oft : Another from the swinging blossom, Where may they hide themselves?

Watching to catch the languid close Second Faun. 'Tis hard to tell : Of the last strain, then lifts on high I have heard those more skilled in The wings of the weak melody,

spirits say, 'Till some new strain of feeling bear The bubbles, which the enchantment of The song, and all the woods are mute;

the sun When there is heard thro' the dim air Sucks from the pale saint water-flowers The rush of wings, and rising there

Like many a lake-surrounded flute, The oozy bottom of clear lakes and Sounds overflow the listener's brain

pools, So sweet, that joy is almost pain. Are the pavilions where such dwell and Semichorus 1.

float There thosc enchanted eddies play Under the green and golden atmosphere


that pave

Which noontide kindles thro' the woven Which lonely men drink wandering in leaves;

their youth, And when these burst, and the thin fiery And call truth, virtue, love, genius, or air,

joy, The which they breathed within those That maddening wine of life, whose lucent domes,

dregs they drain Ascends to flow like meteors thro' the To deep intoxication; and uplift, night,

Like Mænads who cry loud, Evoe ! They ride on them, and rein their head

Evoe! long speed,

The voice which is contagion to the And bow their burning crests, and glide world. in fire

Asia. Fit throne for such a power ! Under the waters of the earth again.

Magnificent ! First Faun. If such live thus, have How glorious art thou, Earth! And if others other lives,

thou be Under pink blossoms or within the bells The shadow of some spirit lovelier still, Of meadow flowers, or folded violets Though evil stain its work, and it should deep,

be Or on their dying odours, when they Like its creation, weak yet beautiful, die,

I could fall down and worship that and Or in the sunlight of the sphered dew?

thee. Second Faun. Ay, many more which Even now my heart adoreth : Wonderwe may well divine.

ful ! But, should we stay to speak, noontide Look, sister, ere the vapour dim thy

brain : And thwart Silenus finds his goats un- Beneath is a wide plain of billowy mist, drawn,

As a lake, paving in the morning sky, And grudge to sing those wise and With azure waves which burst in silver lovely songs

light, Of fate, and chance, and God, and Some Indian vale. Behold rolling on Chaos old,

Under the curdling winds, and islanding And Love, and the chained Titan's The peak whereon we stand, midway, woeful doom,

around, And how he shall be loosed, and make Encinctured by the dark and blooming the earth

forests, One brotherhood : delightful strains Dim twilight-lawns, and stream-illumined which cheer

caves, Our solitary twilights, and which charm And wind-enchanted shapes of wanderTo silence the unenvying nightingales.

ing mist; And far on high the keen sky-cleaving

mountains SCENE III.--A PINNACLE OF Rock From icy spires of sun-like radiance fling AMONG MOUNTAINS. Asia and

The dawn, as listed Ocean's dazzling PANTHEA.

spray, Panthea. Ilither the sound has From some Atlantic islet scattered up, borne us—to the realm

Spangles the wind with lamp-like waterOf Demogorgon, and the mighty portal, drops. Like a volcano's meteor-breathing chasm, The vale is girdled with their walls, a Whence the oracular vapour is hurled up


would come,

great truth


of cataracts from their thaw - cloven While the sound whirls around, ravines,

Down, down ! Satiates the listening wind, continuous, As the fawn draws the hound, vast,

As the lightning the vapour, Awful as silence. Hark! the rushing As a weak moth the taper ; snow !

Death, despair ; love, sorrow; The sun-awakened avalanche ! whose Time both; to-day, to-morrow ; mass,

As steel obeys the spirit of the stone, Thrice sisted by the storm, had gathered

Down, down ! there Flake after flake, in heaven - defying Through the gray, void abysm, minds

Down, down !
As thought by thought is piled, till some Where the air is no prism,

And the moon and stars are not,
Is loosened, and the nations echo round, And the cavern-crags wear not
Shaken to their roots, as do the moun: The radiance of Ileaven,
tains now.

Nor the glooin to Earth given, Pant hea. Look how the gusty sea of Where there is one pervading, one alone, mist is breaking

Down, down! In crinson foam, even at our feet ! it in the depth of the deep

rises As Ocean at the enchantment of the Like veiled lightning asleep,

Down, down! Round foodless men wrecked on some The last look Love remembers,

Like the spark nursed in embers, Asia. The fragments of the cloud On the dark wealth of mines,

Like a diamond, which shines are scattered up;

A spell is treasured but for thee alone. The wind that lists them disentwines

Down, down! my hair ; Its billows now sweep o'er mine eyes; We have bound thee, we guide thee ;

Down, down! Grows dizzy ; I see thin shapes within With the bright form beside thee ; the mist.

Resist not the weakness, Panthea. A countenance with beckon. Such strength is in meekness ing smiles : there burns

That the Eternal, the Immortal, An azure fire within its golden locks ! Must unloose through life's portal Another and another : hark! they The snake-like Doom coiled underneath speak !

his throne
Song of Spirits.

By that alone.
To the deep, to the deep,
Down, down !

Through the shade of sleep,

DEMOGORGON. Asia and PANTHEA Through the cloudy strisc Of Death and of Life ;

Panthca. What veiled form sits on Through the veil and the bar

that ebon throne? Of things which seem and are

Asia. The veil has fallen. Even to the steps of the remotest throne, Panthea. I see a mighty darkness Down, down!

Filling the seat of power, and rays of


oozy isle.

my brain

Dart round, as light from the meridian Asks but his name: curses shall drag sun,

him down. Ungazed upon and shapeless; neither Demogorgon. He reigns. limb,

Asia. I feel, I know it: who? Nor form, nor outline ; yet we feel it is Demogorgon.

He reigns. A living Spirit.

Asia. Who reigns? There was the Demogorgon. Ask what thou wouldst

Heaven and Earth at first, know.

And Light and Love; then Saturn, Asia. What canst thou tell?

from whose throne Demogorgon. All things thou Time fell, an envious shadow: such the dar'st demand.

state Asia. Who made the living world? Of the earth's primal spirits beneath his Demogorgon. God.

sway, Asia.

Who made all As the calm joy of flowers and living That it contains ? thought, passion, leaves reason, will,

Before the wind or sun has withered Imagination ?

them Demogorgon. God: Almighty God. And semivital worms; but he refused Asia. Who made that sense which, The birthright of their being, knowledge, when the winds of spring

power, In rarest visitation, or the voice

The skill which wields the elements, Of one beloved heard in youth alone,

the thought Fills the faint eyes with falling tears Which pierces this dim universe like which dim

light, The radiant looks of unbewailing flowers, Self-empire, and the majesty of love ; And leaves this peopled earth a solitude For thirst of which they fainted. Then When it returns no more?

Prometheus Demogorgon. Merciful God. Gave wisdom, which is strength, to Asia. And who made terror, mad

Jupiter, ness, crime, remorse,

And with this law alone, “Let man be Which from the links of the great chain free,” of things,

Clothed him with the dominion of wide To every thought within the mind of Heaven.

To know nor faith, nor love, nor law; Sway and drag heavily, and each one reels

Omnipotent but friendless is to reign; Under the load towards the pit of death; And Jove now reigned; for on the race Abandoned hope, and love that turns to

of man hate;

First famine, and then toil, and then And self-contempt, bitterer to drink disease, than blood;

Strise, wounds, and ghastly death unPain, whose unheeded and familiar seen before, speech

Fell; and the unseasonable seasons Is howling, and keen shrieks, day after drove day;

With alternating shafts of frost and fire, And Hell, or the sharp fear of Hell? Their shelterless, pale tribes to mounDemogorgon.

He reigns.

tain caves: Asia. Utter his name: a world pin. And in their desert hearts fierce wants


to be

ing in pain

he sent,

men see

broad eye

And mad disquietudes, and shadows And mothers, gazing, drank the love

idle Of unreal good, which levied mutual Reflected in their race, behold, and war,

perish. So ruining the lair wherein they raged. He told the hidden power of herbs and Prometheus


and waked the legioned springs, hopes

And Disease drank and slept. Death Which sleep within folded Elysian grew like sleep. flowers,

He taught the implicated orbits woven Nepenthe, Moly, Amaranth, fadeless of the wide-wandering stars; and how blooms,

the sun That they might hide with thin and Changes his lair, and by what secret rainbow wings

spell The shape of Death; and Love he sent | The pale moon is transformed, when her

to bind The disunited tendrils of that vine Gazes not on the interlunar sea : Which bcars the wine of life, the human He taught to rule, as life directs the heart;

limbs, And he tamed fire which, like some The tempest - winged chariots of the beast of prey,

Ocean, Most terrible, but lovely, played beneath And the Celt knew the Indian. Cities The frown of man; and tortured to his

then will

Were built, and through their snow-like Iron and gold, the slaves and signs of columns flowed power,

The warm winds, and the azure æther And gems and poisons, and all subtlest

shone, forms

And the blue sea and shadowy hills were Hidden beneath the mountains and the

Such, the alleviations of his state, He gave man speech, and speech created Prometheus gave to man, for which he thought,

hangs Which is the measure of the universe; Withering in destined pain : but who And Science struck the thrones of earth

rains down and heaven,

Evil, the immedicable plague, which, Which shook, but fell not; and the

while harmonious mind

Man looks on his creation like a God Poured itself forth in all-prophetic And sees that it is glorious, drives him

song; And music lifted up the listening spirit The wreck of his own will, the scorn of Until it walked, exempt from mortal

earth, care,

The outcast, the abandoned, the alone? Godlike, o'er the clear billows of sweet Not Jove: while yet his frown shook sound;

heaven, ay when And human hands first mimicked and His adversary from adamantine chains then mocked,

Cursed him, he trembled like a slave. With moulded limbs more lovely than Declare

Who is his master? Is he too a slave? The human form, till marble grew Demogorgon. All spirits are enslaved divine;

which serve things evil:




its own,

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